Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore,
Luc. This Rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill,
Luc. Let him receiue no sustenance, fetter him,
Luc. Till he be brought vnto the Emperours face,
Luc. For testimony of her foule proceedings.
Luc. And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong,
Luc. If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Some deuill whisper curses in my eare,
Aron. And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth,
Aron. The Venemous Mallice of my swelling heart.
Luc. Away Inhumaine Dogge, Vnhallowed Slaue,
Luc. Sirs, helpe our Vnckle, to conuey him in,
Luc. Flourish
Luc. The Trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand.
Luc. Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperour and Empresse, with
Luc. Tribunes and others.
Sat. Sat.